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I have pictures of the Viking raid, but it’s too late tonight – sorry, I was reading and playing iPad games and talking to Wink (it’s dull, doing one thing at a time, don’t you think?) and I can’t quite be bothered to put them on the computer now. Something to look forward to, darlings.

We had an excellent day, although I still haven’t managed to get Hadrian to smile at me. I was reasonably philosophical about that until he beamed at Wink and kept chuckling at her. Dilly kindly suggested it’s because Al wears glasses and she sometimes does, so does Wink, and maybe he just likes people who have glasses on. I’m not entirely convinced, but will borrow some and give it a try. I carried him around for ages, nearly an hour, so he could look around and join in rather than just lie in his pram, so he should appreciate me more than he has. He’s over three months old now, hardly seems credible.

It was the Sage’s sister’s birthday yesterday and she phoned this evening. She’s been away most of the summer, first house-sitting for her son and his other half, and then going on holiday to Italy with them (I’m not sure who cat- and house-sits then) and also staying with her daughter and her children. She will be 80 next year, which I can hardly believe. She never seems to age in the least. She can’t drive because her eyesight isn’t good, so we don’t see each other all that often – she only lives in Cromer, the other end of the same county, but we usually meet in Norwich. She’d love to see the babies, we’ll have to get together soon.

It’s late. I’ll date this before midnight yesterday (that is, Monday) and go to bed. Well, go and lounge in the bath for a bit. Going to Norwich tomorrow.

I think the glasses theory may have something in it. Babies do like things they know. The other thing that babies seem to like (but this isn’t going to be much help to you) is a good deep male voice. They seem to find it comforting, can’t think why.

The Unobservant Eye of Z

Dramatis personae:
My husband, Lovely Tim or LT for short (though he is actually tall).
My late husband, the Sage, aka Russell.
My children: Dearest daughter Weeza, who has London Ways, is married to Phil. Their daughter is Zerlina Buttercup and their son is Augustus Bufo. Elder son - Al X, is married to Dilly. Their children are Squiffany Virgilia, Maximus Pugsley and Hadrian Swallow. Younger son - Ro married to Dora and their two-year-old is Rufus Russell.
Big Sister: Wink. She lives in Wiltshire, 230 miles away, but we're much closer than that.
We live with our cat Eloise, a black tortoiseshell half-Ragdoll.
Bantams live in the garden and cats live in the barns but we feed them and they have ambitions to be pets too. In addition, cows come to visit in the summer. Mostly, they stay in the fields. None of them has got a hoof in the door yet.
There is an annexe to the house, where Roses lives and her beloved, Lawrence, spends a lot of time there. Her son, Boy, lives there too.

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